Walking on the bridge
over the dark fierce river
staring at the old building
lit by neon lights;
clouded with smoke
crawling out of chimneys
grey as stormy clouds.
I 'm standing there, open my flask
and take a sip of rum.
Zeppelins floating through
the air above me
and I 'm jealously watching them
passing by, leaving me there
with a half mechanic dog
lying on my feet.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this sounds more like Back To The Future ** with zeppelins mentioned! ! ! but, ok, half mechanic dog touches on the topic futuristic IF you refer to a half-robot-half-flesh-and-blood dog. ** movie title from 1980s favorite lines: clouded with smoke crawling out of chimneys grey as stormy clouds. bri (:
Michael J. Fox! What a movie! All three of them. Don't feed the dog! Thank you